[Tip 1: Law Power is a higher-order force that stands above Rule Power; it can effortlessly shatter Rule Power and reduce it to nothing.]
[Tip 2: Through special means, Rule Power can be refined and elevated into Law Power.]
[Tip 3: Ordinarily, only God-Spirit Level experts can self-condense Law Power via the might of their Authority.]
[Tip 4: Legendary Level Clerics can fuse world origin fragments to bear the weight of Law Power, ultimately stepping into the realm of God-Spirit Level Divine Officials.]
[Tip 5: Normally, common Legendary experts cannot advance to God-Spirit Level.]
[Tip 6: Primal Level is the realm of primordial gods—apex combatants of the world—who master every ounce of their Authority's might.]
[Tip 7: While Authority endures, gods do not perish.]
…Lin Bei had only glanced at Law Power when a string of tip windows popped up before him.
Fortunately, with his Mental Attribute now sky-high, the torrent of information couldn't inflict the slightest mental shock.
At a single look he picked out several tips that mattered to him.
"So above Legendary sits a realm called God-Spirit Level—the rank where Divine Officials, one step higher than Clerics, reside."
"And further up still lies the domain of the Celestial Gods, the Primal Level."
"Yet the tips call Primal Level the 'Primordial God' realm—what does that mean?"
"Is it the starting point of godhood? Or… are there two kinds of gods, like in some myths—those born from the world itself, and those who ascended later?"
"Does Primal Level mark the mere threshold of divine power, or is it the supreme plane only those Primordial Gods can tread?"
Puzzled, Lin Bei focused his gaze on the words [Primordial God] in the tip window.
A radiant prompt promptly flashed across the light-screen before him.
Alas, one glance made his eyes burn as blood streamed down.
"Damn it—the tip showed up, but at my current strength… I can't freaking read it!"
Lin Bei squeezed his eyes shut, cursing inwardly.
The Omni-Perception talent was awesome, but… his physique was too weak; who could he complain to?
"Forget it; not knowing this stuff won't affect me right now."
"Next up—power up."
Resigned, Lin Bei dismissed the blazing tip interface with a thought.
The world around him finally returned to clarity.
He then checked the info on world origin fragments.
The moment he did, he got the shock of his life.
Only now did he realize why those lofty gods cared so much about them.
world origin fragments are pieces of a world's essence left after its destruction.
Besides letting Clerics bear Law Power and ascend, they also aid gods in cultivation—strengthening their Authority and raising their power ceiling.
In short, they are the hard currency of divine cultivation!
No wonder the underlings fight like rabid dogs over a single shard.
To those high-and-mighty gods, even their own Clerics are expendable.
A god need only split off a sliver of Authority, condense it into a Rank Fragment, and can mass-produce Clerics at will.
Only Divine Officials—who have refined at least one world origin fragment—carry any weight in a god's eyes.
Strictly speaking, these Divine Officials are the strongest beings beneath the gods themselves—akin to divine retainers.
"Something's off."
After digesting the tips, Lin Bei's brows knitted tighter and tighter.
If the info was true, the Lucky Faction shouldn't have only a handful of Clerics as Aleria once claimed.
Such mass-produced Clerics—born from mere rank fragments—should number in the thousands.
Even with enemy suppression, they couldn't be that scarce.
There had to be facts he still didn't know.
Sadly, Omni-Perception needed a linked medium; without an object or topic tied to his question, no tip would appear.
He'd have to wait until his next chat with Aleria to activate the talent for answers.
"Still… if world origin fragments exist, countless worlds must have been destroyed—meaning many gods have died."
Lin Bei pondered with a frown.
If so-called Primordial Gods existed, they should be life-forms bound to their worlds.
Destroy the world and they'd perish with it.
In the end, the gods likely wage constant wars, even wrecking each other's source worlds to devour and grow stronger.
"If I'm not mistaken, both this Island World I'm in and the previous Underworld were described as…"
"…worlds with incomplete rules."
"Could they have been destroyed once? Or…"
Lin Bei sank into thought, his brows locked.
Suddenly he thought of someone—no, not someone, but a certain entity.
Big Eyeball!
If he recalled correctly, it kept calling him "thief" and demanded to know which god had sent him.
"Could Big Eyeball be a genuine god who once walked the world?"
Yet now it's sealed in the Abyss—there must be secrets behind that."
Lin Bei's breathing quickened.
He felt he was getting closer to the truth.
"My Hunyuan Breathing Technique was taught by Big Eyeball."
"In a way, it's half my master."
"Sigh… I'm carrying a ton of karma on my back."
Lin Bei lowered his head in dismay and sighed, looking thoroughly gloomy.
Only now did the reality sink in.
From the start, both the Lucky Faction and Big Eyeball seemed certain of something, constantly placing bets on him.
By now he was bound tight.
Getting off halfway was no longer an option.
"Forget it; when I get the chance I'll head to the Abyss Sea and have a talk with Big Eyeball."
"Maybe… I can dig out some useful intel."
"Man, I really can't catch a break…"